Full moon rising through the clouds- November 2021 |
Advent 1: Hope
Faith Tested by Fire
I used to spend a weekend a month with my grandmother in Aurora when I was in university. When I was younger, I stayed with her for a week every summer. During those visits, I would go to church with her on Sunday morning. The Aurora United Church was founded as the Aurora Methodist Church in 1818 and the building I attended was built in 1878. My mother was baptized and confirmed there, and was a member of CGIT (Canadian Girls in Training) which had a branch at the church. The church had a clock that chimed every quarter-hour, something I found very comforting. Grandma and I would leave her house, turn left at the corner and walk a block to the church on Sundays. Aunt Joan sang in the choir and there was a magnificent organ. The last time I was in that church was for Grandma's 90th birthday party which was a big family and community celebration.
Aurora United Church 2014 (source) |
Christian churches have been closing at an increasing rate in recent years as congregations age and shrink. Some buildings have been repurposed into theatres, museums, condos and other uses. The large, older buildings are expensive to heat and maintain. The pandemic has hastened the demise of many congregations.
While the Aurora church building was destroyed by fire, the North American Christian church has been burning with scandals, detrimental political involvement, a lack of discipleship with a focus on money and numbers. The historic abuses of indigenous people, women, children, and minorities by the church have also hurt its credibility and witness. In many cases, the church has not kept pace with the rapid social changes of the past generation. Sunday morning at 10AM is not a sacred hour in our society any longer. In some countries, faith is tested by deadly persecution, but in North America, faith is tested by our busyness, abundance, partisan focus, and self-sufficiency.
The church we have attended as a family since 1977 is one that went from a slow to a rapid decline over the past two years. It has been unable to retain the generation that attended Sunday School between 1975-2000. I have not attended an in-person church service since January 2020, almost two years now. This has been a time of personal assessment and growth and my faith remains strong. But the Christian faith is meant to be lived as a community of believers.
Today I left the house, turned left at the corner, and walked a block to a community church. The congregation has remained vibrant and is invested in meeting needs in our neighbourhood. It felt good to worship and take communion with other believers.
I have bookmarked many tweets from people who are examining their faith and the state of the church of our times. Here is a sample of some of my favourites.
So that the tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honour at the revelation of Jesus Christ. 1 Peter 1:7Willard Lewis Kinzie 1919-2018
Willard Kinzie was the cousin of my husband's father, Clifford Kinzie. They shared a common ancestor, Joseph Kinsie, who was born in 1811 near Quakertown, Bucks County PA. Several Mennonite families came to Waterloo County from Pennsylvania in the early 1800s.
Joseph's first wife Barbara died at the age of 37, shortly after the birth of her 7th child. My husband's family descended from this union. Joseph remarried and had 5 more children with Magdelena. Willard's grandfather was one of her sons. It is interesting that the surnames Kinzie and Kinsie were used interchangeably within this family.
Willard Kinzie was born in Blair (Cambridge) Ontario in September 1919. My father-in-law, Clifford, was born in August 1918 in a nearby community that is now part of Kitchener. Willard moved to Barrie in 1947 and purchased Lakeview Dairy the same year. He ran the dairy until 1975.
There are eleven interpretive stations along the trail which tell the history of the area from the last ice age to the present time. This tribute to Willard is at station eight, which is called "People".Early Winter Reading
This was the view from our front door as I left for work this morning. Just like that, winter weather has arrived with our first lake-effect snowfall. If the ground were not so warm, several more centimetres of snow would have accumulated. Instead of riding my bike to the hospital, I got exercise by using the stairs all day. (not very inspiring!) With darkness falling late in the afternoon, evenings are long and perfect for some extra reading. Here are two mini-reviews of books I have recently enjoyed.
Sooley is a very different story from Grisham's usual courtroom dramas. It tells the story of a teenager from South Sudan, who shows a talent for basketball and is invited to a tournament in the United States. Samuel Sooleymon comes from a village with few modern amenities, but he has a close and loving family. Shortly after he arrives in America, his village is attacked by rebel fighters. His family members who survive the brutal attack make their way on a dangerous journey to a refugee camp in Uganda. Sooley is devasted, but cannot go home. He works hard at his basketball skills and makes a college team, where he becomes a star player. His goal is to get enough money to bring his family to America. The ending was unexpected, and not the way I wanted the story to conclude.
Grisham writes a thought-provoking parable of sorts about growing up in a poor, war-torn country compared to being a teenager in an affluent society. There are risks to the physical and emotional well-being of people in both settings. The story goes back and forth between South Sudan and America and the struggles that Sooley and his family experience in both places. I could not put the book down and read it in one long sitting.
Hip Arthroplasties, Vaccines and More
The Old Lie: Dulce et Decorum Est...
By Wilfred Owen
Today we commemorate those who died in the world wars of the 20th century. I grew up seeing the personal pain suffered by families who lost loved ones during these wars. When I was in grade 7, students in my homeroom took turns reading a poem of their choice before we recited the Lord's Prayer and sang the national anthem. I remember selecting some poem about the war, and as I read it, our teacher, Mrs. Mummery, began to cry. She did not speak of her loss and we did not ask, but we felt her sorrow. My best friend's father, Laurence Higgins, lost his arm in battle in Italy. He returned to Canada, married, had a family, worked full time, and hid his emotional pain for many years. I am privileged to have known him and his story.
I feel the poppy emblem, which is 100 years old this year, has been romanticized and commercialized. Wars continue around the world, but we seldom feel the effects of them in Canada, our free and safe first-world nation. Injustice abounds, and people in many countries do not enjoy peace and safety. While we remember the dead, we must remember...
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Why I Was a Little Late for Work Today!
Unlike nurses, no one cares if I am a few minutes late for work as I don't relieve anyone who worked an earlier shift. My workday ends 8 hours after I arrive. We switched back to Eastern Standard Time on the weekend and it is lovely going to work in daylight rather than in the dark. The days will continue to shorten for another 6 weeks, so daylight at 7 AM will not be around for long.
My usual bike route takes me on a trail by a creek that empties into this pond before it changes direction and goes toward the Grand River. The ground and water were misty in the morning light and many birds were active in the water, shrubs and trees. I biked this trail with our daughters many times when they were young, and they called this body of water the Ducks and Geese Pond.
The light at sunrise was so beautiful this morning that I had to stop to admire the scenery. The leaves are falling fast this week but there are still stands of yellow and gold. I met a patient today who has not been out of her apartment since February 2021. The effects of isolation and inactivity had weakened her to the point where she could no longer manage her own care. I am grateful for every day I enjoy nature, knowing that many people do not have the ability to get outdoors on their own.
This is the last kilometre to the hospital and I arrived a couple of minutes later than usual. I generally meet the same dog-walkers, joggers, fitness walkers and cyclists on this trail each morning. We greet each other and continue on our way. I am not alone in enjoying all seasons in this urban park. The paths are not cleared in the winter but until we get snow that stays on the ground, I will continue to ride my bike.
We have also been admiring the night sky this week as the evenings have been clear and still.
The waxing crescent moon is in conjunction with several planets this month. This photo was taken two nights ago as the moon and Venus set in the early evening. Tonight, the moon is in conjunction with Saturn. We get lake effect clouds from Lake Huron and clear skies like this happen only a few days a month. I know very little about astronomy, but the app Sky Walk is very helpful in learning where to find planets, and for receiving notifications about celestial events. The next big event is a lunar eclipse in the early hours of November 19, 2021. I am scheduled to work that day but if I get up at 4 AM and the sky is clear, the peak eclipse will be visible. The natural world is never boring!
Four Years Old!
Four years ago I got to hold our tiny, newborn granddaughter for the first time. I do not know where the years have gone! She is in junior kindergarten now and is a very interesting and imaginative little girl. We love her dearly!
I do not remember my fourth birthday at all. I have a few early memories around that age, mostly fearful moments such as when I was stuck in deep snow in the backyard in Pembroke. The house was so far away and I could not move. Undoubtedly, I was very safe and my mother was watching me from the kitchen window.
January 1959 |
I have some pictures of my fourth birthday party, which was celebrated with my cousins at our grandmother's house. The menu appears to be sandwiches and celery sticks and an enormous cake. While I don't remember this particular day, I have many fond memories of Grandma's dining room with its round table. My family moved a lot, but Grandma's house was familiar and unchanging.